let down

So I didn't get the apartment. MASSIVE LET DOWN. I haven't let myself get my hopes up that much in SOOOOO long I crashed a bit. Crashed and burned. So instead of updating my blog, I'm going out and getting shit wrecked. It's gonna be awesome. I shall go back to being the responsible blogger later.

I GET TO PUT MY RINGS BACK ON TOMORROW. FUCKIN AYE!

MuchLove

stop. breathe.

So I just had a 'shit, shit, it's the first really soon and I haven't blogged AT ALL' moment. Let me just say that having a house to yourself doesn't give you more time. IT STEALS IT. Suddenly there is no time for anything. Ever.

It could be the fact that I'm back at uni. Yeah, that might be it. My timetable is a literal kick in the teeth. I hate it so much. 5 day week, four of those days are only for an hour. Which means about 5ish hours of travelling for an hour of uni. ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT. I'm reading lots again though. See? I found a positive! You proud of me?

So crappy timetable reaction went as so: Well, this is just fucked up. TEA? tea. *drinks tea and muses over ways to fix timetable that doesn't involve killing someone for their timetable*. Logs onto HomeHound and finds.... THE MOSTEST AMAZING FLAT EVER. -several days later- drives to Kingswood. Falls in love with apartment EVEN MORE. Mild freak-out and application is logged. YES. -present moment- still awaiting reply. If they let you rent places according to how much you want to live there THEY'D GIVE ME THREE OF THE SAME PLACE. So ridiculously keen. So much so, I can ignore the fact that a). if I don't get stabbed I'll turn into a bogan and b). I'm committing social suicide. I will keep you updated!

And I'm going to party the next two nights so I really need to blog on saturday? FARK. Why can't I be more organised? I made delicious food with K and T. I can blog about that. And all the movies I still haven't blogged about. I've decided after the ones I said I would blog about, it'll be just ones I see at the movies. COOL??

MuchLove.

Goth Markets

So I'm going to back track a little here. I went to some markets last ( ? ) weekend and they were quite cute and I bought pretty stuff. Which I'm going to now share with you, which is only possible because my phone is amazing and has a semi decent camera. Yay. It's annoying to work bluetooth and whatnot to get them though.

TOTALLY WORKED IT OUT FRIENDS!

Spiders and coffins :) how much awesome?? SO MUCH. I can't wear them yet. SAD FACE. I don't know why I did this no jewellery thing. I've decided to blog all about it at the end of the month ( who knows, I may have found my camera by then! here's hoping ). I also bought myself an underbust corset. It's beautiful but a bitch to get on. Cool. Yeah. I'd tell you the story of the whole day but it's pretty boring, really, and it seems so long ago I can't remember if it was last weekend or not so details were going to be hazy anyway. Cliff notes version: met R and C, trained it, found it, shopped, met A and friend, got EXTREME hungry, giggled at the 'man skirt', ate subway, train home.

MuchLove.

Happy Birthday E !

So my darling girl E turned 19 yesterday, and to celebrate I made her a fabulous cake :) T helped me decorate. That's one of five for 47). It's a choc-orange nut cake with milk chocolate leaves around the edges.

Don't get excited. I did not find my camera. I borrowed Munchkins. Honestly, I havn't looked that hard, but it usually turns up sooner.

Yeah. I had a few slight hiccups. Like the cake tin leaking, making cake poo in the bottom of the oven, T trying to write happy birthday with icing shoved in a zip lock bag ( he re-did it three times ) and arguments over how many chocolate leaves we had to make. You should definitely try leaf picking some time soon, it's loads of fun.

MuchLove.

12). Go on a roadtrip

I know! I'm sorry. /excuses and other crap. T and I went on a road trip to the central coast. Originally we were going to leave at 6 in the morning for some weird reason I can't remember. So I woke up really goddamn early to go road trippin' but then cranky morning me said fuck it and rolled over and went back to sleep. So come 8.30 we started road trip all the way around the block. That's how thrillingly awesome we are. Nah, his aunt is on hols so we stole her coffee, I ate pizza and T fed the dog.

And then we actually started driving. Crazy, I know. Full what blasting mix cds and singing along. The yellow dinosaur looked like it should glow in the dark. Hit central coast and they've changed EVERYTHING. Well not really, they just changed the road leading from freeway to old neighbourhood. Looked at my old house, considered visiting ( not breaking in per se, just looking around ) but there was a car out front and a window open. And I'm lazy. Then went to After School Care. It's looking pretty run down. AND THEY PUT A BUILDING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FOTHERMUCKING FIELD. Community centre thing. I used to run around there completely feral, it was awesome. Lighting fires and being a bitch and pretending to be psychic. So much fun. No. Giant building instead. And then we ran away, drove past my primary school. There were extra buildings where the graveyard jungle used to be and giant half wall fence thing.

We visited where T used to live. Which doesn't even have a house anymore. Just land for sale. The pool was even filled in. Ooh, pic. Only proof I have of our adventure. Taken on my phone, btw. Totes impressed with it's amazingness. Be amazed with me.

There's a lake behind us. There were pelicans. It was so ridiculously freezing. My foot just went to sleep and pins and needles and I can't function. ARGH. Ok, better. Sorry, that was completely unrelated. Onwards.

By this stage I was starving because cold pizza and coffee isn't very good for hunger. So we went to where T used to work and had fancy breakfast. And I should have blogged about this earlier so it wouldn't be such an effort to remember everything. We went to this place called Magenta something. Houses out of no where! There used to be just some trees, a walking track maybe and a tip. And now there is a giant golf course and houses and roads and other stuff. NUTS.

We visited his grandfather who thought T was T's uncle. We visited T's friend who is VERY pregnant. T had a freak out. We bought a heater for T's grandfather, took his old heater, gave it to pregnant friend. And T also bought her a vacuum cleaner. Made sense if you were there. Then I drove and there are too many round abouts and T's car is too big and it was mildly terrifying. But we all survived.

And then the roads disappeared and it was dirt and tree stumps and rocks. We visited T's fake grandfather in the middle of no where. Part of me was convinced T had befriended me just for this moment where I'd trust him to drive me to this hole in the ground and then skin me alive or some shit. Wait, I drove myself to my own doom. Weird. Anyway, his fake grandfather is hilarious. There were geese and a giant dog and a crazy family and then other people stopped by and it was all a bit FARK, WHAT'S GOING ON but fun all the same. Fake grandfather has a tat of an eye on the top of his head. R suggested it was because he was in a cult but T assures me it was for a bet. A 'I bet you wouldn't get a tat of an eye on your head' bet.

And then we drove back to Sydney. I have no strong desire to go back to the coast any time soon. No offence, central coast but you scare me. High five for completing a road trip. YEAH.

from silent dreams we never wake

DREAMS FOR JUNE FOR 92).:

1). I was sitting in a chair with a bunch of other people. The chairs were all lined up and spaced evenly, 2 on each side of an aisle. We were all waiting to get on a space ship. We had to attach stickers to a page, and we were running late. Xander, from Buffy, was there, but he wasn't on the role. The screechy art teacher from high school was in charge. One of my uni friends wanted to take a soft toy with her, to flank her. My friends were worrying about the fact my back hurt, telling me to get it checked out but there was no time.

>> yay, space travel? I DON'T KNOW. K's bf says all dreams are wishes, but I reckon he might change his opinion if he heard half my dreams. But space travel isn't that crazy. I wouldn't mind living in a space ship for a while. I should watch Buffy more and I guess my uni friend might actually say that.

2). I was trying to analyse No Doubt lyrics but was getting hysterical because I couldn't remember the words. Mother dearest was getting cranky and told me to ask Dad.

>> H saved me from this dream. Part of me cursed him to hell for waking me but most of me is glad I didn't get to find out where that was going. I don't even listen to No Doubt.

3). I was going to the movies but the parking lot was the uni parking lot. H was driving us there in a giant car. We went into the cinema and my cousins were there but they ran away. My two uncles who currently live overseas, in different countries, were telling us to be quiet so they could watch the movie. I went outside and sat with Mother Dearest and someone. The someone and I were smoking. Mother Dearest hadn't noticed, until L came over and pointed it out. Then Mother Dearest got really mad.

>> This was straight after rolling over and deciding to dream of something better than No Doubt lyrics. H driving is me not wanting to drive anymore. NO MORE DRIVING. I will kill someone. It's a matter of 'when' not 'if'. I must have been convinced Mother Dearest was mad at me over something. I don't really miss my cousins and uncles, except for James. But thats more of a worry he'll kill himself or impregnate someone unless I somehow personally stop it 'miss'. So I don't get that. And I'm sick of smoking dreams.

4). T had a job interview at the Macca's near my uni. I thought it would be great because I could hang out at Macca's and do uni work while he worked and the catch a train back together. It was my first day back at uni so T and I were catching a train together. T guided me to the train because I was half asleep. We were on the train for hours before I realised we were going the opposite direction. I got really angry at T and stormed off, trying to find a train to get me back. Munchkin was on one of the platforms, wagging school. I couldn't read the screens telling me where the train was going because they had used the most illegible typeface. I was trying to use my phone to work out which train to catch; but couldn't decide whether to go home or to uni.

>> I was so mad at T when I woke up. So much anger. I almost called him and abused him but that would be silly, wouldn't it? Trains are annoying. I realise I have this idealistic view of Munchkin as a munchkin. Just a kid. It's not true though, he has leg hair and arms now. FREAKS ME OUT.

5). I was in an art class room with A and her two little friends from munchkins grade. One of them was talking about how her dad had sex with her friend in their front yard. The art room was actually a kitchen and I was making sandwiches. When it was time to leave, I had to take W home, except I was on a push bike and heading in the opposite direction of his house. I finally got home, but my bedroom was my old bedroom from the house on the coast. I crawled into bed and then magpies and ducks came out from under the bed. I was curled up in one corner, whimpering and calling out for Munchkin. I somehow got to my parents' bed. Parents told me I wasn't actually scared of birds. Papa went to go get them out so I could sleep. Apparently I'd left my window open. When I got to my own bed there were still eggs in it. I freaked out and ran away to the church monastery thing. The place where the monks stay. Half of it was burnt down because the catholic monks had stolen something from the buddhist monks, so the buddhist monks had burnt down part of the building as revenge. I wanted to have a shower and was standing in a bathroom but I couldn't because there was a monk standing at the ornate gate. He was also telling me I wasn't actually scared of birds.

>> I havn't had a proper nightmare in ages! I woke up terrified and couldn't get back to sleep. Birds in my goddamn bed, what the fuck. That's terrible. And I was making sandwiches again! I used to make sandwiches in my dreams all the time. And monks at war?! Does that not sound like a fucked up video game to you? The speeches of not being scared of birds is because of me trying to convince myself I'm fearless. Sub-conscious saying "fucking liar, let's throw some birds at her and see just how fearless she is". I don't know why my sub-conscious is so spiteful. Bitch.

6). I stole a No Stopping sign from a shopping centre car park for Rach. It was miniature though. I had to quickly get home because something was after us. My family and the builders were barricading ourselves in the bathrooms, there were too many of us for just one room. Munchkin was sitting in the spa bath while I put salt across the doors and windows and around the drains. No one else in the house was doing it right. I was worrying about a pet. Finally I got to leave to go to my own place, where I was ironing for Pop.

>> I watch too much Supernatural?? That's where the salt came from. And the sign might be because I sleep under one. I really do need to iron soon. I've been putting it off. Umm... I miss Rach? And Pop came over the week after this dream. I don't understand the worrying for a pet at all.

Ain't that a fun month. There were others I forgot which just royally pissed me off. I really need to get in the habit of writing something down as soon as I remember anything about the dream. Especially after drunk dreams. They're the most amusing and the easiest to forget.

I gave W a letter. How exciting. It also has nothing to do with his name. SORRY. I have 8 letters left. After that it's on to abbreviations you never get to know.

MuchLove.

noodleness

This be the recipe from last month. SORRY. I keep feeling the need to say sorry. I know I'm forgetful and lazy but it's no excuse. I have a bunch of people telling me I say sorry too often, not just here, but in general. It's true. I say sorry too often. And then it changes to things like 'apologies' and 'deep regret'. Well not the second one. Yet. You catch my drift. So, recipe? YES. I am quite fond of it, it be delicious. It needs a better name though.

RECIPE: [NOODLE CHICKEN DISH]

ingredients:

200g rice stick noodles

2 tbs peanut oil

2 celery sticks

1 red capsicum

600g chicken thigh fillets, thinly sliced

1/3 cup roasted cashews

2 tbs soy sauce

1 bunch fresh coriander

method:

cook and drain noodles, following pack instructions.

heat half the oil in a wok or large frying pan over high heat. Add celery and capsicum. Stir-fry for one minute, transfer to a bowl. Heat remaining oil. Add the chicken. Stir-fry for two minutes or until cooked through.

stir-fry the noodles, peanuts, soy sauce, celery and capsicum, and chicken for one minute or until heated through. Toss through coriander.

SERVE.

Yay. I tried to write this up two days ago but got cranky at the fact that I couldn't copy and paste and therefore ran away. Anyhoo, A has already tried to remake it but got fancy with peanut butter and wine. That's kind of awesome and kind of terrifying at the same time.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO BLOG ABOUT. But so little time. Well not really, I just find other stuff to do. Maybe tonight :)

MuchLove.

humble apologies.

I have been rather slack with blogging and list achieving and stuff in general actually. I'm honestly really sorry about that. Last week I was planning a come back of epic proportions and then Friday and Saturday happened ( which I will explain ) and then it was all a bit "Well this is just crap. Why do I bother?".

On friday night I was so ridiculously pumped for a night out. I felt like I had sat at home ALL week and seen no one and done nothing. So I was excited to brave the cold and spend too much money and get drunk too quickly because that is the beauty of being a light weight. And then plans fell apart. And everyone else had plans. Or were being responsibly out of character ( which was probably the biggest kick in the face ). So I stayed home, watched Supernatural and complained loudly. And then on Saturday night there was a Lunar Eclipse. Or a partial lunar eclipse. IT WAS AN ECLIPSE OF SOME SORT. Which is on my list, 13). See an eclipse of some sort. But I was sitting in Munchkin's room, watching Underworld, yelling at the main character for stealing my boots ( don't say she obviously had them first, logic isn't applicable here ), And not on facebook, where everyone was saying LOOK AT THE MOTHERFUCKING MOON, IT'S RED.

I did some research. The next Lunar Eclipse is in December. The 21st to be exact. I shall sit and stare at that goddamn moon and then cross it off my list. I don't know why it bugged me so much, but grr face. To the extreme. EXTREME.

To make up for my lack of list activities and blogging I'm challenging myself. I scoffed at going vegetarian for a month because I can barely survive a week without some sort of meat craving and my will power isn't the strongest. So instead I'm going July without jewellery for 82). I've got my boring earrings in and am showing my ring tan lines to the world. Once I find a camera ( mine is still AWOL, mostest annoying ) I'll show you what I usually wear. I want to document it. You can laugh at how much metal I carry around.

And tomorrow I'm going for a road trip :) T and I are going to the coast for the day and pointing out crap from our childhoods. I'm quite excited for it.

MuchLove.